[center][h2]Krunk Fortress[/h2]
[sub]Up, Up, and Away[/sub][/center]

Zerraf lightly touched down near Alexander, their two of formation outnumbered by the Krunklet's...X. [color=ed1c24]"Hm. Your ball friends aren't too happy about you leaving them."[/color] Zerraf took a heavy step forward, putting him three paces behind and to the side of Alexander. The wind mage gently set his pillow down and patted it. [color=ed1c24]"Stay."[/color] Zerraf unsheathed his rapier with his left hand, performing aloof figure 8s towards the oncoming Krunklets. The ball man on top, he was the smallest... less energy to take down. With an uncontrolled flick of his rapier, Zerraf cast forth a concentrated gust to knock the controller on top off balance. Or so was his goal. Zerraf trudged forward to place himself beside Alexander, scratching his eye while still holding his rapier. [color=ed1c24]"Life as a ball man must be nice. Rolling and such."[/color] Zerraf lowered his rapier, back hunched, awaiting the results of their attack.

Eleanor grasped Zerraf's collar, and he dragged as a paper bag may. His eyes remained closed for sometime, and you could swear you heard a snore or two, before his head shook side to side. His eyes opened, glazed, as if a painting. A white eyebrow was raised in response to the girl's ranting. [color=ed1c24]"Eyye. You're tearing the cloak. You're the one lecturing about family."[/color] Zerraf paused, brushing his tunic with his left hand near where she was grabbing it. He squinted an eye at Eleanor. She did look familiar, though. [color=ed1c24]"Who are you?"[/color] He would add.